And then -- and all shall be well and (CRASH) all manner of thing shall be well -- the elevator hits the bottom. when the tongues of flame are in-folded Darkness, without a flicker of light. into the crowned knot of fire Silence, save for the sound of laboured, ragged breathing. and the fire and the rose are one And then there is light. Partial light, as a silhouette falls upon an overturned chair...and Kaylee, huddled in the corner.
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Date: 2005-07-05 04:09 am (UTC)and all shall be well and
(CRASH)
all manner of thing shall be well
-- the elevator hits the bottom.
when the tongues of flame are in-folded
Darkness, without a flicker of light.
into the crowned knot of fire
Silence, save for the sound of laboured, ragged breathing.
and the fire and the rose are one
And then there is light. Partial light, as a silhouette falls upon an overturned chair...and Kaylee, huddled in the corner.